~Nippah
Click.The sound reasonated throught the cavern, a faint echo that bounced off the walls and floors, leaving an eerie sort of vibration humming through the air. It was ever so faint, so much so that the quietest mouse probably made more noise than the sound. But they all heard it regardless, the sudden change in the air as the reverberations passed, that set off the little feeling in ones beard that
something wasn't right...Jack looked about at the noise, a slight concern worried onto his face. He glanced at Youngbeard, who waved back in return. Khain and Labs had heard as well, and exchanged glances and proceded to form a tight circle around Fil, who was suddenly jumpy, given the change of atmosphere. Labs brushed into the child, he gave a noise of fright and backed into a wall, whereupon a large noise proceeded to resonate throughout the cavern. The sound of rocks crumbling and falling sharply rang in everyones ears, and the leader turned back and looked at Fil, a look of irritation vaugely visible beneath his bristly beard.
"Quiet it, will ya?" The leader whispered furiously. Everyone, even Youngbeard, who had been picking at a wall of microline as he stood idle, snapped to attention and ceased making any noise. The shallow whisper of their breath was all that could be heard. But even then, it was enough, their breaths rang through the cavern, and suspense lay in the air like thick molasses. The slightest noise was multiplied tenfold, leaving everyone in a state of slight paranoia as the looked about themselves, Khain in particullar, since he took the rear. He seemed so nervous, that he had forgotten the digusting fate that had recently become him.
The leader glance about himself, apparently checking for traps. He nodded to nobody in particular, then motioned with his hand to come forward. The others nodded, Jack hefted his axe, Youngbeard waved, Labs gestured menacinglly into thin air, Fil grimanced, and Khain simply stared foward. The leader took a step.
They didn't see anything much, a blur of motion from the adjacient room and a mercifuly short cry of pain. Their leader, who had but moments ago been gesturing and breathing, was now very still and was undoubtedly dead, enormous amounts of blood coating the walls. A metal prinpick was visible on his chest, it had gone clear through his breast and struck his heart. The bolt seemed to have wedged him to the wall, his facial expression was suprisingly vacant, as if he had expected his death.
Jack and Youngbeard had instinctivly jumped back, only now did they see that their leader was dead. Bowing their heads in respect, they gestured at one another, then turned back.
"He's dead..." Youngbeard seemed unfazed, as if the previous stress of seeing his comrades slowly die or disappear had wrought a sudden change in him. Fil looked like he was having trouble breathing, Khain thumped the child and thus knocked sense into him. Labs coldly nodded, the band had grown to accept the rising casualties that they were suffering in this hell hole. Jack nodded and then raised his axe and, with definite hesitation, dropped to the floor and attempted to cross the threshold, passing unconfortably close to the cold body of his former leader in the process. The others looked away, fearing the worst.
When they looked back, he was safely on the other side, brushing gravel out of his beard. The rest nodded, Jack had proven that the trap had limits, and they could pass. Youngbeard faintly smiled at the others, a strange sort of smile, before droppping to his belly and crossing as well. Fil and his escort came up next. Varsen took the time to load a bolt into his crossbow, the winding and ticking of the crossbow resonating throught the otherwise silent hall. He uneasily shifted from foot to foot.
Fil was helped across, shaking and quivering, by Jack and Labs, while Youngbeard spun his hammer around slightly impressively. After Fil was across and cowering in a corner, Labs did a fancy roll and thus crossed. He straightened up, while the others nodded at him and gestured for Khain to cross.
Thats it.. all the NPC's are dead... its just player characters left now...
~Nippah
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